Sorry Not Sorry

Hit Me

Rise up with courage fight the beast Be brave- Be wild- Or he will feast His appetite is fierce he won’t give in Leaving massive scars deep within Gather up your anguish to fight the savage Ready for clemency Ready to ravage Release your heartache to be your drive Leading to its death but you will survive

I love me some me some Pat ❤ I’ve still got the poem! Needing to wait until all the little boys and girls go to bed! 🙂 When you do go to the store be sure to pick up some Bleach too! 😉 you’ve been waiting on the poem, haven’t you! :). Yesterday, Rita and I had a conversation about your name… I think the cats out of the bag. It’s getting around what your names are! 🙂

Hehe!! I should of known you’d be looking for a dirty poem 😉 ❤️ I will post it tomorrow! Promise :). I told him me and you were talking about him yesterday. I think he was blushing. Haha! So funny! Hope your day was good today! Thought about you! ❤️

Thank you, Erika! ❤ I’ve learned sometimes I can be my worst enemy. When my pain is unbearable I can see the light. It’s fascinating to me. I’m sure everyone has the same drive. Hope you’re having a fabulous day!! ❤ 😉😘❤️

I exeprience exactly the same. 😊 Sometimes we need to fall all the way down in order to find grip again beneath our feet and all of a sudden we get boosted upwards almost effortlessly and everything gets light again. I agree, we definitely can be our worst enemies.
Have a lovely day too, Carisa 💖😊💖

Thank you, Geetha! I do have colossal scars that I’ve carried all my life. I think we all have scars that seem to pop up again and again. I’m trying to be stronger than the pain. Life can be unfair but it can also be beautiful! Always love seeing you, Gerrha! Thank you for all your kindness! 🙂

Thank you! I’m humbled 🙂 I believe you’re right about courage. I never thought I had courage… As I’ve grown I’m proud of myself. I’m uneasy about certain things but it doesn’t stop me from moving forward. Pat is one of my all time favorites. All her songs are so fierce and inspiring. 🙂

Pat Benatar! Jeez but she was sexy!! As a scoolbuy, she was right up there with Annefried and Agnetha from ABBA. I don’t have to listen to sing: “You don’t fight fair, that’s okay, see if I care!” Beats “Can you hear the drums, Fernando!”)

Pat Benatar and ABBA… Oh, they both bring back so many memories. I can remember when I was still a little girl and my parents playing their songs so loud. I still love the song.. The Winner Takes it All. Love that song! I feel like I grew up with Pat. She is a badass..

Shhhh!!!….no no no….looks around making sure no one heard..whispers….I appreciate that, but if you are going to run things you’ve gotta be like: “Meh…We’ll think about it.” Or else everyone will want something! LOL 😉

Ah! See…that’s the idea!!!!!.. Umm…but I don’t really have to? Right?…I mean you know I was just kidding……uh oh….I feel like in an effort to be witty i may have made a terrible mistake and inadvertently ruined my chances of free chocolate ice cream for life…… 😦

Hi! Mark 🙂 I’m right there with you on struggling. We are all survivors of somethings is the truth, isn’t it!? It’s sometimes bewildering what the body can endure. I would rather go through the worst pain delivered rather anything to do with my heart. Somethings stay with us our lifetime. I’m learning to embrace my struggles that I know I will never get over.
The phrase…”It is what it is” is released from my mouth everyday. I always know you get me! I’m sorry you do but we can encourage each other! 😉 ❤

It went from desperation (the poem before this one) to being a fighter, that was good.
And as always beautiful written,by the way, you really expect me to get into a fight with you after Reading this last poem…..